| It was in the year of '44 |
| On March the second day |
| That our gallant ship her anchors weighed |
| And for sea we bore away, brave boys |
| And for sea we bore away |
| And when we came to far Greenland |
| To the Greenland cold we came |
| Where there is frost and there is snow |
| And the mighty whalefishes blow, brave boys |
| And the mighty whalefishes blow |
| Our boatswain went to top most high |
| With his spyglass in his hand |
| There’s a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whalefish he cried |
| And she blows at every span, brave boys |
| And she blows at every span |
| Our captain stood on the quarter-deck |
| And a brave little man was he |
| «Overhaul! Overhaul! On your davit-tackles fall |
| And launch your boats for sea, brave boys |
| And launch your boats for sea» |
| We struck the whale, and the way we win |
| And he lashed out with his tail |
| And we lost the boat and five good men |
| And we never got that whale, brave boys |
| And we never got that whale |
| Oh, Greenland is an afwul place |
| Where the daylight’s seldom seen |
| Where there is frost and there is snow |
| And the mighty whalefishes blow, brave boys |
| And the mighty whalefishes blow |